It doesn’t matter what you look like, where you’re from, or how terrible of a human being you’ve become; my dad will find something to compliment.

My dad is a romantic. Always has been. These days, his romanticizing usually occurs out in the front lawn. 

My dad had been coming home late from work - much later than usual. My mom was convinced he was out with another woman. She had suspicions as to who it could be.